MERCI: Hey, Buddy, you keep looking around. What are you looking for?
BUDDY: Big Ears.
MERCI: What's wrong with the ears you already have? They look plenty big to me.
BUDDY: No, I don't want bigger ears. I'm looking for Big Ears. You know who I mean.
MERCI: Oh, you mean Marcus.
BUDDY: Yes. Every time I try to move, he zooms by and nearly knocks me off my feet. Jan should take that ball away from him before he beans one of us, maybe even her.
MERCI: I know what you mean. I was trying to *blushes* you know ... when I had to leap for my life and Marcus didn't even notice the ball was suddenly wet.
BUDDY: He probably thought it rolled through a mud puddle, even though the ground is dry. Do you think we could be successful if we make a run for the steps?
MERCI: I don't think so. Look to your left. There is Marcus preparing for another one-dog soccer inning.
BUDDY: Soccer doesn't have innings. It has time. I think this is a good time for us to move. I'll race you to the door.
MERCI: Okay, but we're too old to race. How about if we duck waddle instead?
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